Evie Hunter shares her summer plans and her latest news about forthcoming books.
Four books, five novellas, two years. Yes, the past twenty four months have been a rollercoaster ride for the ladies who make up Evie Hunter. With the launch of The Pleasures of Spring, they’re taking time out to travel, muse and battle the dust bunnies.
So, tell us what you’ve been up this summer? Continue reading
The party is over. The last of the Pleasures seasons has been published. My skyscraper heels are back in the closet, along with the souvenir glossy poster and the last of the book launch invitations. It’s time to get my old life back. But after a few days of tackling the army of dust bunnies that invaded while I was busy writing, it hit me.
Many thanks to the wonderful Dianne Ashcroft who started this blog-hop tour and to Patricia O’Reilly who very kindly allowed invited us to join. You can read her blog at http://lovewriting.patriciaoreilly.net/2014/05/blog-hop-writing-process.html
The Writing Process blog hop is an opportunity for writers to answer questions about how they write and what works for them. First up, what are we working on now? Continue reading
The sun is shining, the days are stretching. Let’s celebrate by selling our home and buying a new one. Sheer madness, but it’s a ritual part of spring for many people. Spring is the time when you move house.
This year, I had to join them; selling the place we were living in and searching for another one more suitable for our daughters and their schools.
That’s where the torture began. To start with, we had to get our house ready for viewing. That meant hiring a skip to dispose of rubbish. We only moved in eighteen months ago, how could we have accumulated so much crap? After that, it was time for a mega clean up.
I made a couple of trips to IKEA, not to buy anything, but just to see how they arranged the various rooms so we could do the same with ours.
An hour before the first viewers arrived, I was still rushing around like a lunatic, washing dishes, shoving bondage ropes and riding crops under the bed, carefully arranging several copies of “The Pleasures of Winter” and the other Pleasures books around the house.
“It’s over,” she confessed as we sipped our coffee.
After I sympathized and we relegated him to bastards who wouldn’t know a good thing if it hit them between the eyes, she cheered up a little. “And I was so looking forward to meeting him.”
I need to backtrack a little.
They’d been having a cyber relationship for months. Lots of virtual chat, sexting and flirting, but it all fell apart when they reached the first online love milestone – the exchange of photographs.
How can I put this gently? There was zero sparkage – zilch, nada, nothing. She wouldn’t have dated him if he was covered in hundred euro notes and he hated skinny women. All the virtual evenings they had spent together were gone in an instant, and they were both back on the cyber shelf or in the cyber saddle, eager for their next adventure.
And they’re not alone.